Mary felt a little desperate, but she did not dare to expose the entire thing.

When Mary returned back to Belland, she reached for a glass and gulped down the wine in it.

Belland took the glass from her in shock. "This is alcohol. Oh my god, you've been drinking!"

Quickly, he realized that his wife was not in a good state and asked worriedly, "What happened to you, Mary? Did something just happen?"

Mary wanted to tell him but she found it hard to tell him what just happened.

It was too embarrassing.

How would Belland view her familly?

Mary poured herself another glass of wine and downed it in one gulp.

She would rather be completely drunk today than face the entanglement in her heart. She could not help but feel like she had just become an accomplice, helping Martin hide the truth.

"I've already reminded her." Mary smiled helplessly at Belland and shrugged.

Belland was still in shock that his wife had drunk two glasses of wine. "What?"

Mary stared at Belland's handsome face. "Husband, if I was pregnant, would you cheat on me? Can a man really not bear the loneliness when his wife is pregnant?"

When Belland heard this question, he looked a little helpless. He reached out and hugged his wife's waist. "My wife is so outstanding. How can I fall in love with other women?"

Mary looked up into Belland's eyes. The alcohol had already made her eyes misty, "Angela said that Martin doesn't like vain women, so cheating is not necessarily because of love. Perhaps it's just a physical need for you men, isn't it?"

Belland touched his nose. "That's a sharp question."

He knew that his wife was drunk.

Mary's ability to hold her alcohol was low. After drinking, she became a different person from her normal self, so Mary never drank. Just now, Uncle Jack had even said that he had specially prepared a non-alcoholic cocktail for Mary.

Belland had experienced his wife being drunk, so he was a little traumatized. However, this trauma was more or less accompanied by some happiness.

Mary leaned into Belland's arms in a daze. "Belland, if I find out that you are also lying to me, I will divorce you immediately. I will never forgive you... never..."

Belland's heart thumped.

His expression became very complicated.

Although this was Mary's drunken words, it was not difficult to imagine what the consequences would be if Mary found out that he was lying.

Because Mary was drunk, Belland had to take her home first.

Along the way, Mary slept very deeply.

Belland had to carry her into the house.

Francis was eating an exquisite meal in the kitchen when they entered. He was wearing a snow-white shirt that was unbuttoned unto his stomach and revealed his strong chest.

His hair was soft and fluffy. His slender legs were stretched out and crossed over each other. Watching Belland carry Mary into the house, Francis raised an elegant eyebrow, while his thin and sexy lips raised into a wicked curve.

He didn't say anything. He just glanced at the two of them and continued to enjoy his exquisite meal.

The meal had been delivered from a nearby restaurant.

Back in his room, Belland had just lowered Mary on the soft bed when his wife opened her eyes in confusion. "Water..."

Belland quickly poured water.

Mary gulped down a glass of water, but it didn't relieve the redness that spread from her face to the roots of her neck and under her high-collared shirt.

She was allergic to alcohol, and her whole body was red and hot.

But in Belland's view, alcohol in Mary's body was more like an aphrodisiac, making his wife wild and even more difficult for him to resist.

Sure enough, Mary began to lean half of her body over the bed and reached under it, fumbling for a long time.

Finally, she pulled out a box weakly. The contents of the box poured out on the bed, and a pile of objects fell out.

Black whips, necklaces, nipple clips, blindfolds, handcuffs, and binding tools.

Belland's eyelids twitched, and his unusually handsome face had a dark look in his eyes.

His heart thumped in excitement.

Mary had always been conservative in the sport of sex. Although she had gradually loosened up after being trained by Belland for nearly half a year, she was still unwilling to try many things.

But the drunk Mary was a completely differnet existence.

SM..

Belland knew that a drunk woman was not only more unrestrained, but also enjoyed the pleasure of abuse. The crazier the sex, the more it pleased her.

Mary went to work today wearing a conservative business suit, a black jacket, a white shirt with a high neckline, and a black knee-length skirt.

Yet, at this moment, she was tearing at her shirt randomly, desperately trying to get it off.